اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Cross I
I am fighting against the fate
To suffer for piteous glory
And I'm fighting for my life
When the death on cross is trivial
I am the cross
And the nailed to the cross
I am the cross
I tame the beast
Locked inside this ritual misery
Fire of my life burns faster
Lonley can I release myself
From the white nazarene costume
I am the cross
I've got the brand of suffering
And nothing has been before
Purple haze on my eyes
Pools of blood on cooled down floor
Hand of doom don't hold me up to the ridicule
The gates of life close
Nobody will ever see my coldest pain
Winter's in my mind
The ones who worship me will cry at my demise
Will swallow the pride
The ones who trust me must be blind and weak
And it's the beginning
